Morning Visitor

I hopped on my bike this morning. Rode to campus. Got off my bike and walked maybe 100 feet to the building where I work. What do I find on my shoe as I ride the elevator?

This.

I think the girl riding with me in the elevator, who I announced to that I had somehow gotten a traveler on my shoe, might have thought me a little strange.

I clocked in. Rode the elevator back down. Wobbled over to a patch of dirt and scooted this little guy off.

Quite the visitor.